Rilla Peck Scrapbook

WOMAN
Was created from the rib
of man – not from his head
to top him – neither from his feet
to be walked upon. She was made
from his side to be his equal :
from beneath his arm to be
protected by him : from very
near his heart to be loved
by him
Dear Mama handed
me this lovely card just
as I was to board my
train for school. Imagine her
saying to me, after all the worry
and tears about my yearning for college, “Rilla,
baby, my only wishes are that you take care and
that you may remember the words written here through-
out your college life.” When I read this, it was through
a film of tears and nearly caused me to jump off
the train and into their open arms, but now
that I have finally arrived I would not trade my
place with anyone in this wide and beautiful earth.
The poem seemed to be like an omen to
me and its verse certainly affects the senti-
ments of the college towards women’s
education. I must end my scribbling for
now for they have just rung the bell that
for the next four years will call me to dinner
and I hardly want to be late the first
time.

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Transcript

WOMAN
Was created from the rib
of man – not from his head
to top him – neither from his feet
to be walked upon. She was made
from his side to be his equal :
from beneath his arm to be
protected by him : from very
near his heart to be loved
by him
Dear Mama handed
me this lovely card just
as I was to board my
train for school. Imagine her
saying to me, after all the worry
and tears about my yearning for college, “Rilla,
baby, my only wishes are that you take care and
that you may remember the words written here through-
out your college life.” When I read this, it was through
a film of tears and nearly caused me to jump off
the train and into their open arms, but now
that I have finally arrived I would not trade my
place with anyone in this wide and beautiful earth.
The poem seemed to be like an omen to
me and its verse certainly affects the senti-
ments of the college towards women’s
education. I must end my scribbling for
now for they have just rung the bell that
for the next four years will call me to dinner
and I hardly want to be late the first
time.